Poem-- The Endless Road

The various journeys that man takes up in his life often lead him someplace that he never meant to go. The ways and means he uses to achieve his ends are not always in accordance to his principles. But still man powers through life thinking that the only way he can get through it is by winning at each and every chance. But still through all this, the one thing he does not comprehend is what it costs to himself. What he gains when he loses his satisfaction? Where ultimately do these roads lead him in the journey of life? This poem is based on the aforesaid lines...

The Endless Road
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In this world, man walks alone,
The goals known, the roads unknown,
In this world, man walks all alone,
The roads known and the goals unknown.

Life is a journey with no end,
a chance for you, it is godsend,
The roads wind endlessly, with uneven tones,
in this life and beyond, I walk ever alone.

I embark on the journey, many things on my mind,
trying to win at every chance I find,
Never did I think, what every win cost,
as I glanced behind, I knew I was lost.

The roads that I tread, I never meant to,
Though the goals I set had come true,
Endlessly still I fought through life,
Thinking, at the end, it would bring me respite

At the end of the road, at the start of the turn,
as I counted, what I had lost and earned,
The roads I tread, were lost in the mist,
as were the goals, t'was life's gist.

I took the turn and still walked alone,
what I lost and earned, it mattered no more,
I asked the Lord to lend me some help,
He smiled and said, its never too late.

I still tread the same road, I am still alone,
but I look ahead to the goals no more,
towards the sea, the river now flowed,
as alone I walked on the endless road.

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Ajinkya Mate